Living in France

Neighbours

This living in the country lark brings us a changing landscape everyday. Last month, we woke up to discover a couple of horses in the field next door door. They belong to some folks who live a few doors down from us, and apparently they move around various vacant plots to keep the weeds down. They were ruthlessly efficient weed-munching machines in the few days they were next door to us.  

At the beginning of this week, we figured something else was afoot, as the farmer was adjusting fences in the field just up the lane from us. A couple of hours later, a flock of sheep came obediently trotting up the lane, following the human leader banging a tub of sheep nuts.

And today, a herd of cows arrived in the field opposite.  Pretty brown and white ones, with horns. I'm afraid my cow identification skills are limited. I did spot that one of them though, was a bull. Distinctively different undercarriage.  Thankfully, these cows don't have any bells on them... which is just as well, as those cow-bells are surprisingly noisy. We can hear the herd on the hill above us clearly enough.

I'm kinda hoping we get some goats next...

(and yes, the garden is still a work in progress)

Septi-Contest 2016

The Samoëns lifts closed today (although Flaine stays opens for another week).  It's the first time we've been here for Septi-Contest - the end of the season jollities - so although we weren't skiing, we did drive up the hill to enjoy the fun.  

A large swimming pool has been constructed (using snow and a pool liner) at the bottom of the main access route coming off the Vercland bubble lift.  And the brave (crazy) souls partaking in the event, ski down the slope as fast as they can, and launch themselves on the surface of the water, with the aim of water-skiing safely to the other side.  Although for some, there's an alternative approach of creating the biggest entry splash possible.  Having paid close attention for an hour or two, we can report that the larger the splash, the greater the amusement (the audience get wet) but the less likely the contender is to water ski the full distance to the other side of the pool.  And there's also a special section for ski-born vehicles... even bigger splashes.

The best food of the season (spit roasted pork baps), beers and some banging tunes.  Top stuff for Saturday afternoon in April.  Even the sun came out in the end.  The Sidster studied the techniques closely, so I fear next year, he may be inclined to enter!